A Final Bow

Today the curtain is drawn

Our performers ill and dying

Trapped in the gloom

And the drone of this city

We are well past the point of trying

Today the show is a requiem

A morbid slice of reality

Back stage all is broken

All hopes are unspoken

As our doom is the lone point of clarity

Today all feelings are helpless

Stressfully taught and twisted

Still, those planks we once walked

And the dangers we fraught

Make us feel like we once existed


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